I am curious as to what other writers think about the first novel written without verbs.
From what I've read, the author acts like a twit, pretty much a walking cliche of the arrogant artist trope, and the book is nothing more than a bunch of descriptions and insults towards random people on a bus.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/wor...r-publishes-the-first-book-without-verbs.htmlFirst, there was the novel written without using the letter "e". Now a French author has produced what he claims is the first book with no verbs.
Perhaps inevitably, critics have commented unfavourably on the lack of action in Michel Thaler's work, The Train from Nowhere, which runs to 233 pages. Instead of action, lengthy passages are filled with florid adjectives in a series of vitriolic portraits of dislikeable passengers on a train.
In a typical piece of prose, Mr Thaler writes: ". . . Those women there, probably mothers, bearers of ideas far too voluminous for their brains of modest capacity."
A less-than-glowing review in the respected magazine Le Nouvel Observateur described his book as "disagreeable" and said its scathing descriptions of women travellers displayed "a rare misogyny".
Yet he is equally disparaging of male passengers. He describes one as a "large dwarf or small giant - a young buck with a gelled mop with ideas, at first glance, shorter than his hair, and not longer than the bristles on a toothbrush, perhaps shorter".
The author, a doctor of literature who admits that "Thaler" is a pseudonym, and who has not previously written books under the name, said it was liberating to write without verbs, which he describes as "invaders, dictators, and usurpers of our literature".
"My book is a revolution in the history of literature. It is the first book of its kind. It's daring, modern and is to literature what the great Dada and Surrealist movements were to art," said Mr Thaler, an eccentric who refuses to reveal his real name or age, beyond admitting to being in his sixties.
"The verb is like a weed in a field of flowers," he said. "You have to get rid of it to allow the flowers to grow and flourish.
-SNIP-
In France, with its long and distinguished literary heritage, the reading public is struggling to fathom whether the work is any more than an exercise in semantics and strangled grammar.
From what I've read, the author acts like a twit, pretty much a walking cliche of the arrogant artist trope, and the book is nothing more than a bunch of descriptions and insults towards random people on a bus.